There is a funny Doris Day movie in which she is pregnant and is being rushed to the hospital in a friend's car and they get stuck in traffic and eventually the frantic friends have to deliver the baby in the car. The main thing I remember about it is they are rushing around looking for the proper stuff to have and someone says to use a newspaper to wrap the baby in it. It has been a long time since I have been the movie, I can't even remember its name, and so my recollection may be a little flawed.

It had been at least an hour of sitting in front of the glowing screen hunched over, before I fully realized the trouble I may be in. Fingers curled over the keyboard and moving a hundred miles an hour, I'm trying to save my presence in cyberspace and the security of my wedding at the same time.

Upon going anywhere for a trip, long or short; New York City or the Arizona desert, I think not so much about what I will see, but how I will capture and interpret what I see. Sure, I will enjoy my visit but capturing it with a picture will be the greater joy; without which the whole trip would seem to be for not.

August has arrived. With it comes the scramble for school supplies, the hullabaloo of tax-free weekends, and understandably the dismay of students who have to return to the grind of five to six classes a day broken up by a lunch period barely long enough to strike up a conversation.